Lost in the Neon Labyrinth

In the hustle of the street's symphony, among the throng of urban cacophony.
A silent struggle, unseen, unheard, as souls are tethered, lost in the absurd.
They walk, they sway, in the neon glow, trapped within a world they do not know.
Billboards loom like towering gates, embellished with promises and fates.
Flickering screens, a hypnotic dance, whispers of desire, a tempting trance.
Calling, beckoning, to buy, to own, in a world where emptiness is sown.
They drift, they wander, day by day, caught in the currents that pull away
from the touch of earth, from the scent of air, lost in a place where nothing is fair.
Disconnected from the pulse of life, overcome by urban strife.
They chase illusions, fleeting dreams, unaware of the unravelling seams.
In this maze of concrete, glass, and steel, where the heart's true longing is concealed,
they march on, ever further astray,
In a world unconnected from what's real.